"Wishing On A Star"

[sral]

I wished upon a star today ignoring the fact
it's distance was so far away it had already passed.
What I saw would have happened centuries ago
so all that I'd actually wished on was a memory of old.
It's evident there's no point in making a wish
- especially as I don't know if it's stasis exists!
In the time it's taken, and distance, for the light to traverse
the star may have diminished without us realising on Earth.
While we observe the stars we perceive in the skies
all kinds of divergence could have materialised.
Keeping in mind that were looking back on the past
and what we're seeing is lightyears after the fact!
The chances of having any luck with a wish
vanish dramatically if that same star no longer exists.
The juxtaposition showed me that perception is skewed,
- it's only by looking within you'll find a semblance of truth.
Never be fooled into believing everything that you see
question the truth, though it's in our instinct to believe.
That wish may have been made on a whim
- a singular dream, not changing a thing.
But it gave me a glimmering moment I chose
to be able to cling to, and hold on in hope.
I know it's remote, but by and in large,
it showed me the notion of light through the dark.
Good times through the hardships, though let it be said,
even the brightest of stars meet an eventual end.
It presented a sense of duality I hadn't considered
- the premise of death in contrast to that of the living.
Both have to exist to bring order and balance
to the polaritical laws of attraction.
Every cause has a standard effect that will follow it
- each plausible action, a consequence that's synonymous.
Many philosophers have debated in voice
if its inherent in consciousness, from Plato to Freud.
Love and hate are conjoined by common acknowledgement
- the dual face of a coin with opposite composites.
So logically following, life and death are oppugnant roles
if one of them's prompting the other, so must they both.
By looking closer at this, I realised that I'd seen
enough to show me that death wasn't as final as seemed.
Life has a means of coming full circle from death
as one cycle is reaching its purposeful end.
On a personal level, it's surprising of course
that there's a universal connection inside of us all.
There's nitrogen forming the DNA that marks who I am
- all derived from the core of a star that's collapsed.
At the heart of the matter, atoms from the time when it combust
form part of the calcium of our teeth and iron in our blood.
Without hydrogen's abundance we couldn't get to where we are
as life wouldn't have flourished, so we're indebted to the stars.
Essentially these particles of "stardust" are why that were alive
and distant relatives of ours still survive us in the skies.
So when I tightened up my eyes today and pondered hopefully
I'd finally arrived at the conclusion, you're still watching over me...


Rest in peace, David Adams.